Holding the original shares, they fought all the way to the Korean War!

Liu Feng riding a chestnut horse.

His body jolted violently.

A bullet entered his left temple.

It emerged from the right side, bringing with it a cloud of blood and brain matter.

He didn't even have time to feel the pain.

Before he could even think about what had happened, his body had already slumped onto the horse's back.

Blood flowed down his slumped body, staining his silk cotton-padded jacket red.

The chestnut horse was startled, neighed, and raised its front hooves high.

They threw Liu Feng's body onto the ground.

The body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

His eyes were still open, and his mouth was still agape.

The smug smile from before was still lingering on his lips.

He never knew until his death.

How did I die?

Who killed him?

Why kill him?

[Ding! Bandit leader Liu Feng has been killed. Reward: 50 points.]

The system notification sounded in Zhou Tianyang's mind, but he didn't have time to look at it.

His finger was already on the trigger, the crosshairs aimed at the next target.

The bald guy riding the black horse.

The bald man was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

He stared, mouth agape, eyes wide, at Liu Feng's corpse twitching on the ground, his mind blank.

"Big brother?"

He shouted twice, his voice filled with terror.

Then, he suddenly raised his head.

I looked in the direction from which the gunshots came.

North slope.

There was nothing there.

There were only bare rocks and steep mountain walls.

But the next second, he couldn't see anything at all.

"Bang!"

The second bullet struck him squarely in the forehead.

The bullet entered through his forehead and exited through the back of his head.

He was thrown off the horse and crashed heavily to the ground.

[Ding! One bandit leader killed. 20 points awarded.]

"Bang!"

The third bullet.

This time it was a bandit riding a yellow horse.

He was trying to turn his horse around and run backwards, but before the horse could turn around, the bullets arrived.

The bullet struck his left chest, and he tumbled off his horse, one leg still dangling from the stirrup.

He was dragged forward a few steps by the startled horse before falling off.

[Ding! One bandit killed. 5 points awarded.]

"Bang!"

The fourth bullet struck, and another bandit on horseback fell to the ground.

[Ding! One bandit killed. 5 points awarded.]

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Zhou Tianyang's finger kept pulling the trigger, firing one shot after another.

The advantages of semi-automatic sniper rifles were once again fully demonstrated at this moment.

No need to pull the bolt, no need to do any extra movements.

Pull the trigger once and fire one shot; pull the trigger again and fire one shot; the bullets are automatically chambered, and the firing continues without any pause.

His firing rate was astonishing, almost one shot per second.

Every bullet hits a target precisely.

First, attack the ones on horseback; those are the bandits' leaders and key members.

Then attack those who try to organize resistance; they have some guts.

Finally, fight those who try to run away; those are the ones left.

Most of the dozen or so bandits on horseback fell to the ground in his first volley of shots.

The remaining few were in a panic.

Some tried to rush forward, while others tried to run backward.

Some simply jumped off their horses and lay on the ground, too afraid to move.

at the same time.

A barrage of gunfire erupted from the south slope.

"beat!"

At Zhao Wenlong's command, eighty rifles opened fire simultaneously.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Gunshots rang out in the valley, deafeningly loud.

The bandits were completely stunned.

They were just dreaming of getting rich, and they were just thinking about going to Zhao Jia Gou to rob grain and women.

He was just laughing along with Liu Feng.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Feng's body lay in a pool of blood, and most of the dozen or so leaders were also dead.

The remaining bandits scurried around the bottom of the ditch like headless flies.

"There's an ambush!"

"My brother has been killed!"

"Run!"

"Run!"

"Where do you want to run?"

The bandits screamed in terror, their voices filled with fear.

Some lay on the ground, burying their heads in their arms, too afraid to move.

Some of them were firing randomly at the south slope with their guns.

But they had no idea where the enemy was. The bullets flew off into the sky and up the mountain, but they never hit anyone.

Some bandits tried to escape towards the mouth of the ditch.

But after running only a few steps, he was driven back by a volley of bullets coming from the direction of the ditch.

Ma Xiaozhu led two squads of soldiers to block the entrance of the gully, pointing their guns at the entrance and firing whenever they saw bandits.

"Bang bang bang!"

The three or four bandits at the front were hit and fell down screaming.

The bandits behind them were so frightened that they turned around and ran back.

Some bandits tried to run to the end of the ditch, but after a few steps, they were driven back.

Liu Dazhuang and two squads of soldiers were stuck at the end of the ditch.

They would shoot any bandits they saw, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"Damn it, there are people in front and behind us, we can't escape!"

A bandit shouted in despair.

Another bandit was squatting on the ground.

He was holding his head, trembling all over, and muttering something under his breath.

I don't know if he's begging for mercy or chanting scriptures.

On the south slope, the soldiers continued to fire.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

They beat the bandits at the bottom of the ditch so badly they couldn't even lift their heads.

These soldiers were all veterans who had fought the Japanese and seen bloodshed; their marksmanship was excellent.

At this distance, hitting a fixed target is almost always successful.

Moreover, the bandits at the bottom of the ravine were much easier to defeat than the Japanese soldiers.

They lacked the Japanese soldiers' combat skills, tactical awareness, and tenacious will.

They are just a mob.

When things are going smoothly, everyone is a hero.

They immediately turn into cowards when faced with a tough battle.

"Brothers, beat them hard!"

Zhao Wenlong was holding a Type 38 rifle.

He shot down a bandit who was trying to run towards the mouth of the ditch.

His voice was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire Wazigou area.

"Don't let a single one escape!"

"yes!"

The soldiers answered in unison, and the gunfire intensified.

In their first volley of fire, more than thirty bandits fell at the bottom of the ditch.

Including the dozen or so horsemen Zhou Tianyang killed, the bandits' casualties have reached nearly fifty.

They make up roughly half of the total population.

The remaining fifty-odd bandits hid behind rocks in the dry riverbed.

Some lay prone in the bushes, while others crawled under the mule cart, all trembling with fear.

They completely lost the will to resist.

Someone attempted to retaliate.

But every time he peeked out, he would be spotted by Zhou Tianyang's sniper rifle.

"Bang!"

A bandit peeked half his head out from behind a rock, and just as he raised his gun, a bullet struck him in the forehead.

He leaned back, the gun flew out of his hand and crashed to the ground, his body slumped down.

[Ding! One bandit killed. 5 points awarded.]

"Bang!"

Another bandit crawled out from under the mule cart, trying to run towards the end of the ditch.

He crouched low and ran very fast, but no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't outrun a bullet.

A bullet struck him in the back, and he fell forward, landing face down on the ground.

[Ding! One bandit killed. 5 points awarded.]

"Bang!"

A bandit, holding a Hanyang rifle, aimed at the south slope.

His finger was on the trigger, but before he could fire, a bullet struck his shoulder.

He screamed, the gun slipped from his hand, and he rolled on the ground clutching his shoulder.

Zhou Tianyang did not give him a second chance.

These are wounded bandits.

Other soldiers will naturally take care of it.

His bullets are precious, and every single one must be used wisely.

The sniper rifle magazine is empty.

A crisp "ding" sounded, and the empty clip popped out automatically.

Zhou Tianyang quickly took a new magazine from the ammunition pouch, put it into the magazine, and continued firing.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

Then came a continuous series of banging sounds.

The number of bandits at the bottom of the ravine is decreasing.

Every gunshot rang out.

One of the bandits fell down.

With each bandit who fell, the wails from the bottom of the ditch grew louder.

The battlefield has changed from slaughter to cleanup.

The remaining bandits had completely lost the will to resist.

They dared not fight, dared not run, and dared not even show their heads.

They could only hide in their hiding places, trembling, waiting for death to come.